It was a completely random occurrence. Classes where in session but the class he should have been attending, Divination, was so dreadfully un appealing at the moment that he decided to skip and enjoy the Peace and quite that an Empty Great Hall could provide.
He wasn't being completely irresponsible he had been looking over a few Potions notes, and was no practicing Some transfiguration on a random candle stick that sat on his house's table. He was bored, and the, now scaly, Candle stick didn't help much. Then he heard the Door to the Hall open.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 21, 2007 1:18:01 GMT -5
Ashelle had been in Study Hall trying to catch up on all the homework she'd missed, without actually having any of it assigned. She'd been sick in her Common room for over a week and no one has try to find her or told the nurse OR brought homework to her. She'd languished in bed, lost much weight and even more fortitude. However, she couldn't let the tears that had leaked out in the Prefects bathroom stop her quest for knowledge. She'd just about got herself settled in for some serious studying when she found out just where all her strength and talent had gone. It had gone into her senses.
The study hall smelled of unwashed teen bodies and every scratch of every pencil reverberated inside her head. She couldn't study in this environment!!! So she'd left the study hall without informing the teacher - she probably didn't care for Ashelle anyway. She decided to go to the one place that smelled good all the time and that would now -most likely- be empty. It was a bit hard pushing open one of the giant doors, however some how she managed it without drooping her messenger bag. After pushing it closed behind her she took a short break sitting at the closest table to the door she'd fought open . . . the Slytherin Table.
Malachy looked up across the Table and Notice the one person that a Slytherin would fear to see when doing something wrong, but he hadn't been their long enough to know her status. He was still a little caution She wahe could tell she was from Gryffindor an that's all he needed to know he need to tread lightly. Where he came fore Gryffindors tended to exaggerate the actions of a Slytherin, not he blamed them.
He wondered if would be a good idea tempt fate and say hello, and in response to the thought felt a single squeeze of agreement come from his ring. It seemed Sning thought it was a good idea and the silver serpent hadn't faild him yet.
How to get her attention? He wondered to himself. he took his wand out and then Crabbed a few spare Knuts form his pocket. He placed them on the table. He whiled his wand in the air and as it came to pint at the coins he whispered, "Wingarium Leviosa." the coins lifted from the table and Malachy began guiding them by force of will down the table and let them drop onto the table right in front of her.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 21, 2007 2:04:49 GMT -5
*tink tink*
Ashelle looked up from setting her books up for studying to find coins dropping from above. How strange she thought. After examining the rafters above her head and finding nothing Ashelle looked down the Table to find not only that she'd accidentally sat at the Slytherin table but a Slytherin boy was sitting further up the table watching her. Wait a minute! The Slytherins didn't have a half day today . . . or a Study during this block . . right?
"If you are attempting to bribe me, it won't work," she said in a soft voice. Curses, she had been trying for her old commanding one. " I am not the typical destitute Gryffindor. What class do you have right now? It's best to tell me the truth, I am a Prefect and if you cooperate I will make sure you are treated fairly." Oh honestly! She sounded like a kitten instead of the Mountain Lioness she was trying so hard to become.
She scooped up the Knuts and walked over to give them back to him. Realizing that only now did her badge show from where she'd put it on her lapel. "My name is Ashelle G. Rainier . . . I am sure you have heard of the Rainiers?" She knew there were non-purebloods in Slytherin but she also knew that they were loathe to admit it. Thus she gave this one at least a chance to pretend he'd heard of the Radiant and most Venerable Rainier Clan.
If Malachy had been a dog at that moment his tail would be tucked and his ears lowered. He did NOT want to torrential urination of the Gryffindor Prefect and for a Slythering that was far too easy. It wasn't a bribe." He said taking the coins back. "Beside, Bribe are are better with Galleons which I can't afford to give up." He said trying but probably fail*ng to be humorous. "Blood is worth nothing to me. you could be a Weasley and I wouldn't give a... Darn. And I'm from the "Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.'" The way he said he talked about the Black showed evident loathing and disrespect. Family matters where a deep dark topic for Malachy.
"Anyway, I would be asleep in Divinations class right now if I had went. The class is so pointless to me. I'm doing every thing I can to stay away in the present to keep out of my bloodline's past, I don't want to know the future." He said truthfully. And it was his father who had made him take the class, but he never said why only that divination was in his bloodline.
He sighed resigning to the fact that he was in trouble. "So how many point have I lost for Salazar's house?" he asked without much enthusiasm to hear the answer. "I'll do something to make up for it, if I must." He said hoping to redeem himself more honorably than with money.
Last Edit: Dec 22, 2007 18:38:44 GMT -5 by Malachy
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 21, 2007 21:40:46 GMT -5
Ashelle could barely help from smiling as the boy laid the facts before her. Yes, Divinations did seem a bit woolly to those who didn't have the mind -or rather intuition- to see through all the mumbo jumbo that the discipline was usually presented with. Silly skipping class was skipping class. Also Ashelle could now clearly see that this was not the typical Slytherin, despite being somehow descended from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.
"Well, perhaps it is a good thing for anyone too look past bloodlines sometimes, after all everyone magical has a place in the Wizarding World, and the right to occupy that place. Still, I happen to have been born into one of the better off positions and I do try to earn the respect that goes with it. As to skipping Divination, if you go to your teacher and tell him what happened and ask him to help you decide what class you want to transfer to, than I think I can let you go this one time. I understand about boring classes, but you really shouldn't waist time -yours or the teachers- in a class you aren't getting anything out of." Ashelle sat down next to him, and smiled softly.
"So what sort of things are you interested in, if not your future?"
Truthfully he had never really tried divination and hated the very idea of fate. He didn't want to believe in fate or destiny to do so was to accept that one had no control over their own life. But as much as she wanted to take her suggestion. "I can't... Before you you argue, let me explain. I didn't choose the class my Father did. If idrop the class I'll have a howler a day shouting about how I am going against the traditions of his side of the family, but Divination produces easy high marks sense the teacher cant really say whether or not One's fortunes are genuine of fictional. I've gotten by this way for a while. And it's not like I've been making mischief. Ive got 5 pages of potions notes done." He said pulling up the notes and showing her.
"To tell the truth I haven't really given it a try, I guess I could. But my entire life I've been setting out to prove fate wrong and Divination exposes fate and I don't think I could handle it. " The last part was said more quietly. He sighed, "There is no way I can do this and stay happy is there. If I leave the class I dread I get nagged till I'm out of school. And If I take the class I'll probably go insane by then. I know you're a prefect it's your job to make sure students are doing the right thing. But if you can truthfully tell me what's right and what wrong in my situation. You have a profound instinct that I do not." he said doubtfully.
Last Edit: Dec 21, 2007 23:53:23 GMT -5 by Malachy
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 22, 2007 18:33:32 GMT -5
Now Ashelle's secret smile was quite apparent. She giggle and sighed softly, as if -indeed- the aforementioned 'profound instinct' existed within her and was telling her a solution to his trouble that very minute. However, what she actually said was even better.
"I am gonna let you in on a little secret, Mr Black. There is no such thing as Fate." She paused to let such a odd statement sink in. "Divination is the art of telling the future, yes, but have you ever heard any one of those predictions that supposedly 'came true'? Even though the did seem to come to pass, the wording is very woolly, and it has to be, for the precise reason that Fate - something that you absolutely must do sometime in the future - doesn't exist. Destiny however - that's what Diviners are trying to see . . . and destiny works in mysterious ways. You may be destined to defeat someone or destined to be great but you won't know exactly how or when till it happens. Divination tries to open a window to get a glimpse at the hows and whys, but it can never fully open a door to the future. That's what makes Divinations such a tough yet amazing discipline. Even if you see and vision clearly, there are always steps you must take to make what you've seen come true or vice versa, if it is a bad vision there are things you must change to circumvent it and cause it to not occur."
She smiled and pat his shoulder. "I do love Divination . . . I'm best at using the Tarot, I like to think the G0dd3ss speaks to me through the cards.
Malachy nodded not assuredly. "But seeing such things can create Paradox. Be reading a piece of the future. Can doom one to full fill the prophecy. Just by trying to avoid it. Every Greek tale of the Oricals proves this. Fate is is a tangled skein and by seeing the threads I believe you inadvertently force a future yet to be determined into a solid unavoidable truth in which one can not escape, no matter how ill perceived the the fortune is. And what you prophesized doesn't come clear until its too late and then your stuck wondering, 'if I had never seen it would it still have hapened or could things be different had I not.'" The truth was he did Believe in fate an, especially after reading the books for divination. Be he believe by avoiding that window to the threads of the tapestry, he could control his destiny.
"If there was another aspect of divination that I could learn with out the risk of forging a destiny I might not want. I might explore it do you know of any? I mean you are are a prefect you must know something I could do." Then he explanation of doing tarot. Something about the way she explained why she liked it sparked the faintest him of interest in the back of his mind. "If only you could talk back to her and negotiate." He said. He felt he was definitely getting to know her. And maybe even relate enough to like her. And he guessed it wasn't impossible for them to be friends. Indeed he seemed to like Godric's house more when it came to picking friends. house a little more.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 22, 2007 20:38:17 GMT -5
Though he'd just argued with her, she still smiled. "My dear sir, the Greeks were a bit more superstitious than wizards are today. You must realize that some of those old stories are really stories, whole some are actual history. Also -just so you know- the G0dd3ss and I do have a two way relationship . . . at least as much as any Deity and follower do. I say my prayers and she speaks to me about them thought signs and things."
Then she sighed and her smile faded. "As for forging a destiny, I really don't see how that works. G0dd3ss (among other deities) gave us free will for a reason. To say you are afraid of setting your destiny in stone is to say you don't believe in your own free will. Is that the case?"
Ashelle waited anxiously for his answer. She'd never met anyone who didn't believe in their own freedom of choice. It was her choice which got her into Gryffindor after all . . . how could he sit there and deny something so fundamental? What kind of life did he lead that forced such a conclusion on him?
Oh Malachy believed in free will and sought to protect his own free will from fates clutches and set his thread the way he believed it should be layed and choose when it was cut. "I am the creator of my destiny and will do all in mt power to prevent the tampering of fate. and looking into the future is giving Lachesis free access to my thread." He explained. But his features softened And wond he began wondering why.
"I sort of wish my father would explained more about why I need to take the class, and what is was that makes divination so important to our family ancestors." He paused for a moment. Thinking. 'If only the dead could talk.' In a way some could I mean he was taught by a Ghost at Hogwarts, and one couldn't exactly ignore Peeves, nor his old house ghost, the bloody baron. He began to wonder if their where any ghosts wandering this school. And he suddenly there was something strange Like he was missing something. "Divination, is it more than just telling the future?" He asked himself in a whisper.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 22, 2007 21:53:15 GMT -5
"Hmmmm," said Ashelle thoughtfully. Ashelle had never heard one of the fates named in such a situation before. The boy seemed to really be in fare of a Goddess who really wasn't worshiped all that much anymore. " Are you sure you're English?" she said half teasing, "you sound like a Greek who has just been to The Temple of the Fates! Their cult died out many years ago, you know." Then she grew pensive again listening to him . . . he seemed so determined. Then he began to mention Spirits and old Hogwarts Ghosts.
"Divination, is it more than just telling the future?" He wondered aloud.
"Well of course it is you goose. Divinations is a mere guide, it gives you options. It really isn't something that controls you or delivers you into any one G0dd3ss3s hands no matter how bend she may be on finding you . . . and personally I really don't think Lachesis is out to get a underclassman like yourself . . . . or even a Prefect like me, when it comes down to it. Still if you are into Dead-ish things, maybe your calling is as a Medium. I don't think Divinations covers that sort of Art, so you'll have to either ask Headmaster Windwaltz or find away to afford a tutor."
Ashelle paused and swallowed painfully. "If you succeed please inform me . . . I'd really love to hear from my mother or father again . . . if they haven't been reborn by now." Ashelle suddenly seemed to shrink from her Prefect Greatness and become more of a mere student like him. "I-I don't really remember them at all.
Malachy kind of chuckled. "To say those ways are dead is to believe an un informed muggle who says magic doesn't exist. There are many aspects of both their gods and their philosophies that still relate to every day life if you care to really think about it. And I don't believe as into worship them but they are the closes metaphor to which to personify my reasons." he said thinking on it for a bit.
"Ghosts are definitely proof of an afterlife." He thought for a moment. "I think I should explore it first. Tomorrow I have another divination class at this time I'm going to skip again and head over to the Crypt. Maybe you could come with me. and bust me out of trouble if I need it." He said not really expecting her to balk teachers for him.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 22, 2007 23:52:58 GMT -5
"No you don't," said Ashelle mater-of-factly, glad he hadn't noticed her moment of weakness. "The Slytherins have a half day tomorrow, that is how I knew you couldn't be having one today." When he mentioned her coming with him, Ashelle shuddered. "I can't leave the castle." she said, even more quietly that she'd been speaking a moment before.
She considered making up a story about why but in the end decided on the truth. "The New Ministry and the BFC have joined forces and have decided that Lycans suddenly have no place in the magical world, they are setting out to eradicate them, and . . . I have sworn to help one of them who -according to the former laws governing their race- has done absolutely no wrong. His family killed some sheep, but he is too young to have hunted them himself and according to the old laws all he'd have to do is come up with the money to pay the farmer back in oder to get his land back. The BFC murdered his family, yet he swears he's never tasted Wizard or Human, which -by the way- is the only reason they'd have the right to destroy his clan."
Ashelle now seemed to regain her Prefect 'shine', as she grew angry and indignant about this injustice. "In Ireland and England such laws would never have been aloud to be put into place. No matter what kind of Pureblood you are, part of you is still a person and people have rights, as long as they are obeying the laws! It's disgusting . . . if only I could have a chat with the Minister and the Head of the BFC! I'd give them a piece of my mind! Oooooo!"
Ashelle sighed forcefully and tried to calm herself. "If I am to come with you I shall need a teacher to accompany me. I suppose if you insist I will ask Professor Divine to come with us. I can certainly depend on her to protect me . . and you if it comes to that." Ashelle looked over at him to see how he'd react to her statements, hoping he hadn't had any experiences that would bias him against Marc's situation prematurely.
Malachy knew that his grand fathers family had been bias against such beasts. And Malachy did fear them but like Ashelle every person has a place in this world for a reason. Whether the person was fully human or not, that didn't matter. "I fear Lycans like any sane human should. But it's not a fear in the way that i think they must be illuminated. I fear them be cause I respect their power, and reputation. And it's not like they are Werewolves that loose sanity and human form on the full moon involuntarily. Lycans are sentient, and like any sentient being they're judgment should be dependent on their choices and character not for how they look or by their nature." He paused somewhat uncomfortable.
“It’s not right.” He said as he tried putting himself in the victim’s shoes. It was horrible now that he really thought about it. And the more he thought about it the more it angered him. “It’s these are the kind of people that drove Wizard kind into hiding. Only instead of witch hunting it’s turned into Lycan hunting.” He said coldly now that he realized the implications. He was also beginning to relate it to his family how they felt about non-purebloods. “You where, are right to oppose them, I would have done the same thing.”
Then she requested bringing a teacher along. “I have my own protection.” he said; lifting the hand with the silver ring on his finger. And then he remembered that he had not yet introduced her to Sning, and he was sure she was some what curious not that he had referred to the ring as a source of protection so he decided to explain. “Sning, Show yourself to this noble lioness.” He said he had purposefully added the compliment. Obediently, the ring-like coils seemed to slither around his finger and he up turned his palm as if to hold something out to her. The silver ring revealed itself to be, in truth, a living snake. The 6 inch long snake lifted its head up to about a third of its true length, and flicked its minuscule tongue.
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5